Thump, thump, hear the sound that makes the world go around,

Feel the pounding of its rhythm, the drum beats hard, the heart beats fast.

Listen to the drum beat that lives inside, listen to music, the drum beat cries,

Boom, boom, echoes through the sky, thunder is the drum, it beats out loud.

Wait for the rumbling as the shaking earth trembles with an awesome fear,

Bang, bang, listen as the sleeping childs heart comes to life in the dark night.

Bombs and gunfire sing through the war beaten land, thump, thump,

The drum beats slow, the drum beats fast, a mothers terror as her son dies.

The dancing boxer, hard hit as he is dropped to the floor, beat of his heart,

Thump, thump, boom, boom, goes his heart like the drum beat so slow.

Listen to the drum beat, to the sound of wandering feet, like a drum,

A first breath of life, a slower and slower beat of the fading, going away.

Keith Garrett

We are here in today, the morning begins with possibilities,

This is a new moment, the beginning of your new life.

Wake up!, open the windows and see the light of day,

Smell the air as it gives life to all living things of the world.

Today is your chance to begin again and see what’s out there,

Make this a great day, a chance to change many things.

Today is not like yesterday a time already written forever,

Nothing like tomorrow which tells us nothing with empty pages.

Today is a special time of year as we know of it to be our only day,

We live in the moment, for the moment, nothing more precious than it.

Keith Garrett

She could do such unusual things without much thought,

Out of bottle caps she could make a crazy hat.

She could jump really high, almost fly,

Close her eyes and make an apple pie.

She could walk backwards while tying her shoes,

Dance around a pool while reading a book.

She could play the harp without her hands,

Tell you the time in just about any land.

She could watch a movie without a sound,

Recite every line while spinning around.

Aunt Penelope was a strange one indeed,

At the age of one hundred and fifty three,

Old aunt Penelope is still but a fantasy.

Keith Garrett

I am a man, you are a woman, from the moment we are born we age,

In this world we all have a chance to to be and accomplish anything.

Never have I been one to believe In power or that one soul Is more

Precious or Important than another, this Is the way our world seems.

There are Kings and queens, rulers, presidents, those born with money,

Good and bad are those with or without, money makes not the man.

An actor, a singer, movie star are people that are by others worshiped,

Idolized as though they are magical, special In a way because they live on a screen.

Not to criticize that which they do but yes, all are the same as me and you,

We can’t take It with us, material things, none can we strap to our spirits.

We are each one of us the same In that we are human, blood and mortal,

We can’t take It with us but we can love what we have each day until we go away.

Keith Garrett

You did not see paint on his face, he wore no funny hat,

No big red nose or big floppy feet, no funny costume, he was a man.

Not a clown as a clown might seem to be, his appearance just as you and me,

Always a smile on the outside for you and me, he made us all laugh, tears we didn’t see.

He was Robin, he had quite a life yes indeed, that which hurt his soul none of us could see.

I wish i could have known him, how fortunate his friends and family were to have loved,

He was once a boy, he ran and played just as all children do, his name would become legend,

Robin Williams the person, sadness inside a clown, why did this have to happen to you.

Keith Garrett

I’m beginning to understand and too see,

The good that is inside this person that’s me.

There are many things about which i care,

About where i’m headed in a land of uncertainty.

Within me lies a man of strength,

Just a moment of weakness has taken from me.

A smile lives beneath, sometimes far down,

On the surface pain hidden behind the act of a clown.

What’s within myself a small boy trying to find,

A man that may survive in todays state of mind.

What’s within myself is a hope for a better tomorrow.

Keith Garrett

You were just standing there weren’t you, yesterday you were a child,

Only a moment ago It seems like today, years ago now as those days are gone.

At times life seems so very long which Is a wonderful thing,

Wake up do you to a morning, one just like before but something has changed.

The dreaming child, the one whom believed In magic and wishes has gone away,

They are alive kept always Inside, bring them out for a day so that they do not die.

When you were a child the sun would shine while riding your bike along side friends,

Days seemed to never end, not a care In the world playing hopscotch or a treehouse

Built In a field by boys whom were young then disappeared Into many years ahead.

Pretending was you that little girl who wished to be a princess and daddy was the hero,

Chasing butterflies and jumprope, teaparties were magical the day when you were a child.

Playing kick the can walking down the street,

Having sword fights with sticks pretending they were guns.

Model airplanes and sleepovers, making tents for the night,

Baseball In the park, flying kites watching the sun going down.

When you were a child yesterday for just a little while.

Keith Garrett

WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD

You were just standing there weren’t you, yesterday you were a child,

Only a moment ago It seems like today, years ago now as those days are gone.

At times life seems so very long which Is a wonderful thing,

Wake up do you to a morning, one just like before but something has changed.

The dreaming child, the one whom believed In magic and wishes has gone away,

They are alive kept always Inside, bring them out for a day so that they do not die.

When you were a child the sun would shine while riding your bike along side friends,

Days seemed to never end, not a care In the world playing hopscotch or a treehouse

Built In a field by boys whom were young then disappeared Into many years ahead.

Pretending was you that little girl who wished to be a princess and daddy was the hero,

Chasing butterflies and jumprope, teaparties were magical the day when you were a child.

Playing kick the can walking down the street,

Having sword fights with sticks pretending they were guns.

Model airplanes and sleepovers, making tents for the night,

Baseball In the park, flying kites watching the sun going down.

When you were a child yesterday for just a little while.

Keith Garrett

Early morning with my feet sinking in the sand, i stand,

A breeze swirling around me as i gaze upon the waves.

The sound of them crashing on the beach is quite peaceful,

Water makes its way swiftly up to my waiting feet.

The sun rises from the dark to see the day, i watch as the light shines,

Watching the horizon line as it separates the now from the other side.

There’s a whole new world out there beyond what is seen in front of me,

Amazing as below the moving waters lives a world like no other.

Creatures of number travel and exist together beneath what we know,

Still a mystery is the ocean floor, i stand here in the sand in amazement.

Watching the horizon takes me away to many places I’ve not yet seen.

Keith Garrett

Created within me Is the answer to the beginning of time,

Is there a start or finish, an ending or beginning to what’s mine.?

In many a direction I must be,

Everything travels through my darkness, who knows what their Is to see.

Older than anything, how long have I really existed,

Where did I come from, Is the answer a mystery never to be discovered.?

All things that live within my space,

Rotating forever, will they always be In this place.?

I am the universe, not knowing what I really am,

With no air or much light, not a visitor from your land.

I’ll stay here, whom can say just how long,

Perhaps till an end comes to my time.

Keith Garrett

Lucky, ever so fotunate to have experienced a childhood,

There comes a time when It like everything must disappear.

Most things turn to memory, traveling down the road we go,
.

We all have a lifetime no matter the length of our visit here.

From today until forever I have the rest of my life to see things,

My road may not be so long or It could be that I have a longer life left.

What’s ahead of me Is partially known just as the rest remains a mystery,

The rest of my life Is truly a gift from god that will continue until nomore,

The rest of my life will be a journey like none before, I see today, tomorrow maybe.

Keith Garrett